Author's Note: To understand this story, you must've read "Notice Me" before reading this. I don't own anything except for the character of Skye Alexander and her family and friends. I also am the creater of Randy Orton's baby sister, Anabelle. The wrestlers own themselves and Vince McMahon owns the WWE. I don't own any music mentioned in this either. The artists own it and yadi-yada. The cat named Snicklefritz is from 'Big Comfy Couch'. Nickelodeon owns Spongebob! And I don't own anything so I won't make this long. I just need to say that I'm doing this for fun! Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard that speech a million times so, I'll shut up now and proceed with the story. I know I left you with that cliff-hanger, and I'm going to be an even bigger bitch lol. This chapter has nothing to do with Skye and Randy...but is focused on Torrie and Stacy. LoL! The next chapter will be the continuation of Skye and Randy. I promise! Don't forget to review so I know you love this story!
It was lunch time at Vincent K. McMahon High and Stacy Keibler was seated at her regular table, with an uneasy look on her face. The school was buzzing with talk about Jeff Hardy's arrest during first period and how he ran over Braiden and Skye Alexander's younger sister, Petra. Stacy looked across the table at Torrie Wilson, who was picking at her fruit salad. Torrie looked uneasy also, tugging at her blonde curls. Billy Kidman, Torrie's boyfriend reached over to his girlfriend and grabbed her hand. Torrie wasn't expecting it and jumped at the touch of Billy Kidman. Stacy watched carefully as Torrie's cheeks began to flush and Billy looked at her weirdly. "What's the matter, babe?" Billy asked, as Torrie slowly placed her fork down on her tray. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling at it lightly. Torrie Wilson gave her boyfriend a small smile, obviously a fake one.
"Oh, nothing. Just, like, a little bit, like, jumpy today. I, like, don't know why." She answered, nervously. Nobody had really been paying attention to Torrie, except for Stacy, her partner in crime. Billy nodded and went back to talking to the rest of his football buddies, Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Rob Van Dam. Rob was downing two cartons of milk at the same time with a straw, using his nose instead of his mouth. Torrie looked over at Stacy and stood up. "We need to talk." Torrie stated, seriously. Stacy nodded and began to stand up. So did the other cheerleaders at the table, Dawn Marie and Jackie Gayda. Torrie motioned for Dawn and Jackie to sit down. "This is just a me and Stacy thing." She told them. The two sophomores nodded as Stacy and Torrie left the cafeteria and ventured out into the halls. Stacy looked around, searching for anybody who had decided to wander the halls at this time. Luckily, nobody was around. Stacy and Torrie stopped walking when they reached the end of the hallway, near Stacy's locker.
"Torrie, this is killing me! Jeff got arrested." Stacy said as soon as the two stopped walking. She looked over at her best friend, who was chewing on her bottom lip. Stacy Keibler placed her hands on her hips, waiting for Torrie to answer. It took a minute, but Torrie replied,
"It's killing me too. But isn't this what we wanted? We didn't want to go to jail and we're not in jail! Jeff Hardy is! We used his car." Stacy listened to Torrie, taking it all in. She nodded.
"Then why the hell do I feel so guilty?" Stacy questioned. Torrie took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders, her blonde hair spilling past them as she did so.
"Maybe because we didn't hit Skye? I mean, that was the whole point anyways, right? We ended up hitting her little sister. Our job wasn't done, Stace!"
"You don't I think I don't know that, Torrie? I have no idea what the hell we're going to do now. This is all so messed up! I wish I could turn back time and change it. But guess what? I can't and now we're stuck like this! We're stuck in hell now." Stacy told her, leaning her back against the cold steel lockers. She was wearing a midriff-showing shirt, so the cold steel hit her back and Stacy felt the sensation not only on her back, but in her heart. Yes, for once Stacy Keibler felt cold-hearted. Stacy was guilty for what she had done.
Torrie Wilson gazed over at her best friend, twirling the ends of her blonde hair around her finger. Once again, Torrie was biting her lower lip. She turned to face Stacy, a look of sorrow washing over her entire body. Torrie wasn't standing up straight as usual, but slouched and her eyes weren't sparkling, but dark and hazy. "Do you think we should turn ourselves in?" Torrie whispered, looking around to see if anybody was near them. Stacy's eyes went wide, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Are you OUT of your mind, Tor?! We can't turn ourselves in! We'll go to jail for that and I look horrible in those orange jumpsuits!" Stacy Keibler complained, stomping her two feet on the ground.
"Who the hell cares if you look bad in an orange jumpsuit?! So would I, but that's the least of our worries! Jeff Hardy is in jail right now because WE used his car to run over somebody. We didn't even hit our target!" Torrie Wilson pointed out. Stacy was silent for a moment, her face red and her arms crossed above her chest. Torrie stood there, fiddling with a piece of her hair, waiting for her best friend to supply a solution. Stacy Keibler tilted her head, thinking deeply of the situation that laid ahead of the two blonde cheerleaders.
"What ever gave you the idea of turning ourselves in, Torrie? I mean, do you know what they could do to us?" Stacy questioned, her brown eyes glaring at the friend that stood infront of her.
"Yes, I do know. We'd be locked up for life, but that's what's happening to Jeff Hardy right now. Why? Because we used his car to kill somebody. Stacy, Jeff is innocent. I don't even know why we did all this in the first place." She sighed, placing her hands on her head. Stacy Keibler shrugged. She then replied with,
"I don't know. Wasn't it because we wanted to get rid of Skye?" Torrie nodded, as if her memory had just came back to her that instant.
"We didn't do that." Torrie stated.
"Now what are we going to do?" Stacy Keibler asked, for the millionth time in the past ten minutes. Torrie shrugged.
"We either turn ourselves in or flee."
"Flee to where?"
"Mexico?" Torrie suggested.
Author's Note2: Now it's all up to you! Should Torrie and Stacy turn themselves in? Or flee to Mexico? Review with your answer and don't forget..Skye and Randy's chapter is up next!
It was lunch time at Vincent K. McMahon High and Stacy Keibler was seated at her regular table, with an uneasy look on her face. The school was buzzing with talk about Jeff Hardy's arrest during first period and how he ran over Braiden and Skye Alexander's younger sister, Petra. Stacy looked across the table at Torrie Wilson, who was picking at her fruit salad. Torrie looked uneasy also, tugging at her blonde curls. Billy Kidman, Torrie's boyfriend reached over to his girlfriend and grabbed her hand. Torrie wasn't expecting it and jumped at the touch of Billy Kidman. Stacy watched carefully as Torrie's cheeks began to flush and Billy looked at her weirdly. "What's the matter, babe?" Billy asked, as Torrie slowly placed her fork down on her tray. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling at it lightly. Torrie Wilson gave her boyfriend a small smile, obviously a fake one.
"Oh, nothing. Just, like, a little bit, like, jumpy today. I, like, don't know why." She answered, nervously. Nobody had really been paying attention to Torrie, except for Stacy, her partner in crime. Billy nodded and went back to talking to the rest of his football buddies, Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Rob Van Dam. Rob was downing two cartons of milk at the same time with a straw, using his nose instead of his mouth. Torrie looked over at Stacy and stood up. "We need to talk." Torrie stated, seriously. Stacy nodded and began to stand up. So did the other cheerleaders at the table, Dawn Marie and Jackie Gayda. Torrie motioned for Dawn and Jackie to sit down. "This is just a me and Stacy thing." She told them. The two sophomores nodded as Stacy and Torrie left the cafeteria and ventured out into the halls. Stacy looked around, searching for anybody who had decided to wander the halls at this time. Luckily, nobody was around. Stacy and Torrie stopped walking when they reached the end of the hallway, near Stacy's locker.
"Torrie, this is killing me! Jeff got arrested." Stacy said as soon as the two stopped walking. She looked over at her best friend, who was chewing on her bottom lip. Stacy Keibler placed her hands on her hips, waiting for Torrie to answer. It took a minute, but Torrie replied,
"It's killing me too. But isn't this what we wanted? We didn't want to go to jail and we're not in jail! Jeff Hardy is! We used his car." Stacy listened to Torrie, taking it all in. She nodded.
"Then why the hell do I feel so guilty?" Stacy questioned. Torrie took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders, her blonde hair spilling past them as she did so.
"Maybe because we didn't hit Skye? I mean, that was the whole point anyways, right? We ended up hitting her little sister. Our job wasn't done, Stace!"
"You don't I think I don't know that, Torrie? I have no idea what the hell we're going to do now. This is all so messed up! I wish I could turn back time and change it. But guess what? I can't and now we're stuck like this! We're stuck in hell now." Stacy told her, leaning her back against the cold steel lockers. She was wearing a midriff-showing shirt, so the cold steel hit her back and Stacy felt the sensation not only on her back, but in her heart. Yes, for once Stacy Keibler felt cold-hearted. Stacy was guilty for what she had done.
Torrie Wilson gazed over at her best friend, twirling the ends of her blonde hair around her finger. Once again, Torrie was biting her lower lip. She turned to face Stacy, a look of sorrow washing over her entire body. Torrie wasn't standing up straight as usual, but slouched and her eyes weren't sparkling, but dark and hazy. "Do you think we should turn ourselves in?" Torrie whispered, looking around to see if anybody was near them. Stacy's eyes went wide, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Are you OUT of your mind, Tor?! We can't turn ourselves in! We'll go to jail for that and I look horrible in those orange jumpsuits!" Stacy Keibler complained, stomping her two feet on the ground.
"Who the hell cares if you look bad in an orange jumpsuit?! So would I, but that's the least of our worries! Jeff Hardy is in jail right now because WE used his car to run over somebody. We didn't even hit our target!" Torrie Wilson pointed out. Stacy was silent for a moment, her face red and her arms crossed above her chest. Torrie stood there, fiddling with a piece of her hair, waiting for her best friend to supply a solution. Stacy Keibler tilted her head, thinking deeply of the situation that laid ahead of the two blonde cheerleaders.
"What ever gave you the idea of turning ourselves in, Torrie? I mean, do you know what they could do to us?" Stacy questioned, her brown eyes glaring at the friend that stood infront of her.
"Yes, I do know. We'd be locked up for life, but that's what's happening to Jeff Hardy right now. Why? Because we used his car to kill somebody. Stacy, Jeff is innocent. I don't even know why we did all this in the first place." She sighed, placing her hands on her head. Stacy Keibler shrugged. She then replied with,
"I don't know. Wasn't it because we wanted to get rid of Skye?" Torrie nodded, as if her memory had just came back to her that instant.
"We didn't do that." Torrie stated.
"Now what are we going to do?" Stacy Keibler asked, for the millionth time in the past ten minutes. Torrie shrugged.
"We either turn ourselves in or flee."
"Flee to where?"
"Mexico?" Torrie suggested.
Author's Note2: Now it's all up to you! Should Torrie and Stacy turn themselves in? Or flee to Mexico? Review with your answer and don't forget..Skye and Randy's chapter is up next!